dust

maybe this is not the thing I thought it was

I’m not the boy you thought I was

and you’re just the girl who made my everything.

maybe I can count on you

and maybe I can’t

but I know, no matter what you say

this life is different than we dreamed

So how about a fresh face

a fresh look

and a chance

that’s all I’m asking for

How about a crooked smile

a flash of love

and a chance

That’s all I’m dreaming of

it’s justification at its finest

a song and a prayer and

a wakeup call

and everything I’m asking for

nothing more than dust

on a picture frame

in the grand scheme of things

blanket me in snowfall

so the sold can bring back memories

while it numbs me from them just the same

an hour means how much to you

is it a monetary value

or an unstoppable

                unquenchable

                                feeling of loss

my time ticks by like the

clock on the wall

& I’m not sure how to better

value it all

                maybe not any more than usual

                maybe not the same at all

it’s a catharsis

   and a shellacking

        and a numbing of the senses all the same

The words will run out

long before

the picture leaves

the frame.